Every day since I turned three,
I just knew what I wanted to be,
A great big star that everyone will love,
A singer who sings like a dove,
But now that dream is going away,
Going with every single day,
With all my dreams about being big,
And all the songs I was going to sing,
All the songs I ever wrote,
Are nothing now but a great big joke,
A joke that that was just a lie,
A joke that that maybe would die,
But it didn'tt it just grew and grew,
And became stronger that I ever knew,
I guess some things aren't meant to be,
That star wasn't supposed to be me.
